everytime someone grieves, the first thing i wish for them is a space wide enough to let that grief sit by their side. may you have a long conversation with it, long enough to remind you that the heart you use to love is the same heart that is trained to keep you alive.
Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern, or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. And eventually, the bill comes due.